We had an amazing anniversary weekend. :o) Very refreshing. We read a lot, drank Sangrias, went to Roy's, and had fun together.

Colin even took me on a romantic journey through all the local sights that played a role in our early relationship. :o) Like this neat spot overlooking Dana Point Harbor. If you stand in the middle of of the compass star, it makes your voice sound really weird. :o) Yay acoustics.

(if you look closely, you can see my reflection in one of Colin's eyes, and his hand and camera in the other!)

We had just come from Rancho Santa Margarita, maybe 15 miles inland, where I swear it was 100 degrees, but Dana Point was cool and breezy. This is why the ocean is always better than the desert. Always.

Hamming it up at Fashion Island after an incredible Hawaiian Fusion dinner at Roy's:

Today is our Anniversary. :o) It marks 4 years of marriage, and 8 years of being happily together. As Colin has been mentioning all week, this officially means we've been married more than we were not married! Yay! :oD

People kept telling us that our crazy "in love" feeling would go away after a couple years of knowing each other. We're still waiting for that to happen, and at this point, I have serious doubts that it will. Serious, serious doubts.

Take a memory trip with us:If we haven't mentioned lately, extra special thanks to Best Man Joe for introducing us 8 years ago. We really appreciate it. ;o)

[I once contemplated having dread-locks, but I was afraid my stylist would disown me. So instead, I dyed my hair punk-rock burgundy. My stylist almost disowned me. Well, he canceled all his appointments the day I finally grew tired of it.]

My personality tests always come up "extrovert," but you wouldn't know it from how often I go through cycles of wanting to hole up and hide. Lately I've both been wishing I was less involved in certain things, and more involved in others. The problem is figuring out what those things are.

[I was in a movie on the big screen once that went to all the festivals.]

The last 5 years have been so full of art and paint that I've lost myself within it. Not that there's anything wrong with that, in fact it's really helped me find myself. I just occasionally forget if there's anything else to me. I worry that because all I do is paint, all I am is a painter. But that can't be true, can it?

There's a really beautiful light that pours into our home during the daytime because of this white, gossamer-like curtain that hangs in the window...

This is totally related to the fact that I turn 30 in January. Totally. I think the 29th year is supposed to be filled with self-reflection. I'm not at all depressed about reaching another decade, I'm just introspective about it.[I can recognize physicist Dr. Michio Kaku's voice while flipping channels on the radio.]

So here's to more learning about who I am.

There will definitely be more art soon. Oh yes. I may not have been blogging about it much lately, but I've definitely been working on some stuff. I have ideas for new work that I think is so much more complex than I've done before that I'm scared to start working on it. It might eat my mind.